Last Days

‘Twas the ninth of September,That day I chose,To ready myself,For one final dangerous road.Just wanted the fame, the wealth, the prestige,So I made my plans,For a future of ease.

I never considered what that day would bring,I packed up my guns, my satchels, my wings,I rounded the city,Took stock of the land,Didn’t care who was watching,Or the pity I’d feel,Just wanted to feel like I was a big wheel.

I staked out the corners,Watched children at play,Knowing all would be over,Before end of day.

I saw the fat guard, standing o’er by the door,Watching the entrance,Unaware of what was in store,Then a normal day’s paycheck,Just that, nothing more.

When I thought all was clear,I braved jumping the walk,I made my calm entrance,Made little talk.

I nodded at Tubby,I caused no suspicion,If I didn’t get away,I knew I’d end up in prison.

I scanned all the people,Took note of alarms,Noticed one beauty,Admired her charms.